Even as Klaus protests, Diego is shaking his head, staring in disgust at the glass of wine, and it's pretty obvious Klaus actually isn't sober this time. Maybe not out-of-his-mind high, but he's had a drink or two. Diego can smell it on his breath, dream or not.

When Klaus says that it's a dream and doesn't even count, Diego's brow smooths, and he smirks slightly. Maintains eye contact and tips his hand, spilling the wine out onto the floor by the boiler.

"Fine. If it's a dream and doesn't count, that shouldn't bother you."

Shaking his head (again, because Klaus has that effect on him), he puts the glass down on a nearby shelf, and scoops up the screwdriver.

"What the hell is this place, man?"